Ivy grows up through the boards
of the garden bridge.
A rabbit runs across the bridge
and stops in front of me.
We stare at each other,
waiting to see who will move first.
The next morning I am not there
and the rabbit doesn’t stop.
Ivy grows up through the boards
of the garden bridge.
A rabbit runs across the bridge
and stops in front of me.
We stare at each other,
waiting to see who will move first.
The next morning I am not there
and the rabbit doesn’t stop.